CECILY SMITH | ❝Live every day as if it were your last. Because, one day, it will be.❞
CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER | STEVE ROGERS
A HERO OF HEROES BOOK
Cover by: soulofstaars
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"𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍!"
Steve sighed as he and the row of girls had to start from the top, the scowling face of their director looking up at them from the front row of the audience. It was an expression he knew very well, though he wished for nothing more than to pick a fight and tell the man to just lay off him and the girls, they were trying their best, after all.
"I didn't expect there to be rehearsals all the time," he sighed, passing Evelyn on his way to the curtain, rubbing his face; he was glad they never rehearsed with costumes, because he never would have been able to stand it.
"Well, we can't just get it on the first try, especially since we're on different stages," she replied, now in full professional mode, which meant that she wouldn't be joking with him even if she wanted to, "Be glad he's going easy on you."
There was one more performance in the city before they were off to another one, and they had to make this one great. The mayor couldn't make it to the first show, so he was coming to the last, meaning it had to be great, especially since they extended their tour there because he wasn't able to come to the first.
"Honey, you step with your left two times, not three."
"Oh! Thank you, that makes much more sense."
Steve raised an eyebrow and tried to peer over to where Evelyn was standing next to the brunette from before, showing her a move that she had previously been stumbling through. He couldn't see her face all too well, but it was clear she was grinning brightly, what with the life from her voice that was a stark contrast to everything else around them.
Evelyn caught him looking and he turned away quickly, inwardly cursing once he did. Now she knew he was looking, if he had turned away slowly, she might have thought he was looking at something else.
Sighing, he lifted up his shield, trying to prepare himself for the lines that he couldn't be bothered to memorize, mumbling through the words on the taped piece of paper, rolling his eyes at them just like all the other times.
This wasn't what he wanted to do, so he wasn't about to exercise any more effort than he had to; he'd already done so much, yet not enough.
He sighed as he stepped into the back, hearing the tell-tale sound of the fanfare, signaling his entrance. He took a deep breath before bursting through the curtains, the girls bursting into song.
"Who's strong and brave, here to save the American way?"
An actual soldier fighting the true war, risking his life to make sure that they lived in a world still worth living. Not a sham like him who didn't even sing during a performance number, advertising for people to buy Series E War Bonds.
They used to be Defense Bonds until the war came to them. Defense soon turned to offense and Steve was left behind once again. This time, it wasn't because of his physicality; at least with that, he could find a reason to understand.
